TACO HELL

As a regular MTG player and therefore person who is looking for food at 1-2 AM periodically, I can't help but sometimes visit the ol' Taco bell. I can remember as a kid, when fast food was an acceptable place to eat, oh, once a month, taco bell was like, a rung up on the ladder of shitty food. Like, I'd eat at jack in the box, and the taco bell across the street would be leering at me like the forbidden cheap Americanized Mexican food that it is.

Of course, now I KNOW better. And living in the city means that if I want real mexican food at 2 AM, I can take a nite owl over to the mission and Feast like a monkey god in India for under 10$.

Still. there is no such luxury where I play MTG. So, once or twice a year, I find myself gobbling down tacos from the 10 tacos for 7$ steal. If i'm feeling feisty, I get 20 and see how far I can go.

And one thing never fails. The next day, I always pay more. Taco Bell for me has become synonymous with "gastro-intestinal hell".

Here's a skip thru history from the good ol' wikipedia:



^The original Logo, once taco bell branched out to the chains of history. Circa 1985.




^I guess the original location was called "Belle's" in California. This is the first to be called "taco Bell, in Wausau, Wisconsin. I mean, look at it. I'D eat there RIGHT now, and I just had breakfast.



^ And here we see the modernized, hermetically sealed looking allure of corporate sponsorship. There's no contraversy there. No humor. A shameless display of processed mediocrity. This is the version of the latter 1980s. And below the version we are used to, circa 2005:












And so, as part of this assignment, I decided to illustrate the legendary gastrointestinal travesty of taco bell with my own twist. Here is a version I live traced, and opposite it the drawing I turned into a more accurate representation of what I think when I see that sickly colored bell.



STUNG, BUGGERS. Stung.
~Bee